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“Are you just going to stare at him, Euijoo-kun?” Yuma asks. “If you’re not gonna eat him out, you should let me.”
Euijoo’s stomach flips with uninvited nerves. Yuma is sitting naked on the hotel room bed with Fuma laid out next to him, also naked and waiting. His legs are spread, Euijoo’s hands resting on the inside of his knees from when he pushed them apart seconds ago. They’re both exactly where Euijoo put them. All Euijoo has to do is lean down and put his mouth on Fuma. It should be easy.
But Euijoo wants—no, needs to do this well. It’s his first time with Fuma during his heat since he walked in on Yuma fucking Fuma with Euijoo’s name on Fuma’s lips, and without the shock and feral instincts, he can’t shake his anxiety. He knows exactly how good Yuma is with his mouth. He knows how well Yuma took care of Fuma for months before this. In comparison, Euijoo doesn’t have a fucking clue.
Euijoo takes a breath. He already hesitated too long. He needs to just try it and see what happens.
But Fuma is too observant for Euijoo’s own good. He elbows Yuma admonishingly in the side, and Euijoo’s hands slip off his legs as he sits up. Fuma cups Euijoo’s cheek with a concerned hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Euijoo responds automatically. Fuma raises an eyebrow, and Euijoo relents. “I just. Have never eaten an omega out before.”
Fuma’s face goes soft with understanding, and Yuma swears under his breath. “Really?” Yuma asks.
Euijoo hasn’t exactly had an exciting sex life. Before this, the only sex he’d had was with Nicholas, and that was the kind of stupid fumblings teen alphas and omegas do when they don’t know any better—which is to say, Euijoo got his dick wet for thirty seconds at a time, and that was about it. He doesn’t want to explain that to Yuma, too aware that Yuma spent all the years Euijoo was pining and self-flagellating sleeping with half the pack and other people besides, so all he does is nod.
There’s a loaded pause before Fuma rubs his thumb over Euijoo’s cheekbone. “Is that all?” he asks, light and teasing. He drops his hand and lies back against the pillows again. “Don’t worry. It’s you, so I’ll like it.”
Euijoo is sure that’s true, but he can’t help but worry anyway. He wants this to be good for Fuma, not just fine, and that means he can’t fumble around. Not when there’s an obvious solution to his inexperience.
Euijoo swallows his pride and says, “Yuma, tell me how to do it.”
“What?” Yuma says, startled. And then, a second later, “I mean, okay, yes, no problem.” A smug smile spreads across his face. “First of all, you’re gonna wanna put your face between his legs, Euijoo-kun.”
“Be nice,” Fuma murmurs.
Yuma is looking at Euijoo like he expects to get told off for the attitude. Any other day, Euijoo probably would. But Euijoo isn’t interested in that right now. He lies down on his front and settles in with his face close to Fuma’s cunt. He inhales Fuma’s scent, sweet and intoxicating even through his suppressants.
“Perfect,” Yuma says. “Let’s start slow.”
Fuma scoffs. “When have you ever—”
“Shhh, babe,” Yuma says. “Euijoo-kun, lick up his cock as slow as you can.”
Euijoo obeys, using the flat of his tongue as Yuma keeps talking.
“When you get to the top, suck him into your mouth and hold him there, just get used to what it feels like. You can repeat that a few times, if you want. Fuma-kun likes being teased.”
Euijoo thinks it’s more likely that Yuma is trying to get a rise out of Fuma by saying that, but that’s fine. Euijoo tries it, varying his speed and the pressure of his tongue. He can link all Fuma’s little inhales to his own tongue’s movements, and that’s going straight to his own cock, already hard and pressed into the bed beneath him. He can’t believe how good Fuma tastes, like an intense version of the way he smells. Euijoo wants to drown in it.
“He tastes good, right?” Yuma asks, speaking Euijoo’s thoughts aloud. Euijoo moans an affirmative, and Fuma’s hips jerk up, pushing his cock deeper into Euijoo’s mouth. “Ah, yeah, you might wanna hold his hips down for this next part.”
“Screw you,” Fuma says, only a little breathless. “I can take it.”
Yuma hums doubtfully. “Don’t listen to him, Euijoo-kun. Hold him down.”
Euijoo pulls back, trying to figure out the best way to get his hands on Fuma’s hips. He tries pressing his palms to Fuma’s hips from above, but it means he has to hunch his shoulders uncomfortably. Yuma shifts down the bed and leans in to guide Euijoo’s hands underneath Fuma’s thighs instead, wrapping around so that his fingers are on Fuma’s inner thighs.
“There,” Yuma murmurs. He sneaks a kiss from Euijoo, sucking Euijoo’s lower lip into his mouth for a moment before trailing his lips across Euijoo’s cheek to his ear. He whispers, “Use just the tip of your tongue on his cock.” Yuma flicks his own tongue over Euijoo’s earlobe, once, twice. Euijoo shivers, hands flexing on Fuma’s thighs. “Just like this. Fast and steady, if you can.”
Yuma sits back up, smirking and licking his lips like the cat that got the cream. Euijoo takes Yuma's words as the challenge they are and wastes no time sucking Fuma’s cock back into his mouth. As soon as he starts flicking his tongue the way he thinks Yuma meant, Fuma moans and bucks his hips up. Euijoo’s hands slip, and he has to grab on harder, pulling Fuma down against the bed.
“Told you,” Yuma says smugly.
“Fuck off,” Fuma says, fully breathless this time. “Euijoo-yah, don’t stop.”
Euijoo keeps going, doing his best to keep a consistent rhythm. It’s not easy, his tongue not used to the movement at all, but Euijoo is used to pushing through aches and pains to get results, and there’s no sweeter reward than the way Fuma moans and writhes underneath him. He can feel Fuma getting wetter against his chin, his cock hard and needy against his tongue.
Eventually he starts getting lightheaded, and he has to pull back to catch his breath. He finds Fuma and Yuma staring down at him with hungry expressions. Fuma is gripping the sheets with one hand and Yuma’s thigh with the other, and Yuma’s hand is moving on his own cock.
Euijoo licks his lips, vaguely surprised by how wet his face feels now that the air is touching it. “You taste so good, hyung. Does it feel good? Am I doing it right?” He sucks his lower lip between his teeth and looks up through his eyelashes.
Fuma inhales sharply, his legs straining against Euijoo’s hold and his fingernails digging into Yuma’s thigh. Yuma gasps and curls in on himself as he comes, cum dripping over his fist. He looks at once overwhelmed and surprised and slightly distraught, as if his body betrayed him. It’s so entirely, pathetically Yuma that Euijoo’s chest swells with fondness.
“Wow, Yuma-chan,” he says with a laugh. “I guess I must be. Or are you just easy?”
“Shut up, it’s not my fault you look like that,” Yuma says.
Euijoo tilts his head. “Isn’t it? Weren’t you telling me how to do it?”
“Fuck,” Yuma breathes, screwing his eyes shut and stroking his cock once more. One last stripe of cum lands on Fuma’s belly. Yuma must notice it as soon as he opens his eyes again, because he makes a noise in the back of his throat and leans down, clearly intending to clean it off with his mouth.
“Leave it,” Fuma says, moving his hand to Yuma’s hair to scruff him. “I like being marked up.” He drags Yuma into a filthy kiss, tongues on display. Euijoo stares until Fuma pulls away to say, “Euijoo-yah, stop torturing me and put your tongue or your fingers inside me, I don’t care which.”
Euijoo turns back to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He decides to try his tongue, tracing Fuma’s entrance before pushing inside. Fuma gasps and Yuma whimpers, the sounds muffled by each other’s mouths. Euijoo fucks his tongue into Fuma, trying to draw out even more noises, and is rewarded by Fuma threading his fingers into Euijoo’s hair and tugging.
Euijoo thinks of the way they must look, Fuma holding both of his alphas right where he wants them, using them with his mouth and his pussy. Euijoo feels another flood of intense need to do well. This time, it’s not as intimidating. He can put the things he’s learned together.
He pulls his tongue out of Fuma’s cunt and replaces it with two fingers as he drags his tongue back up Fuma’s cock. He flicks his tongue against the tip the way Yuma taught him, and Fuma groans, loud this time. Euijoo sets a fast pace with his tongue, letting Fuma work himself on Euijoo’s fingers.
“Fuck, just like that,” Fuma chokes out. “You’re making me feel so good, Euijoo-yah, keep going, don’t stop.”
Fuma trembles under Euijoo’s tongue and around his fingers, and it's not a surprise when Yuma informs him, “He's close. Go a little harder, make him really feel it.”
Euijoo adds more pressure with his tongue, drawing his fingers out and pushing them back in as deep as he can, crooked just right. Fuma shakes as he falls apart, cunt clenching around Euijoo’s fingers.
“Fuck, yes, okay, okay,” Fuma gasps. “That’s good, you did so good for me, holy shit.”
Euijoo hums. Fuma is talking in the past tense, but Euijoo’s not ready for it to be over, and so he keeps going. Now that he's found the rhythm of it, he doesn’t want to stop. He understands why Yuma loves this so much. He’s in the perfect headspace, surrounded by Fuma’s slick and scent, thinking of nothing but Fuma, Fuma, Fuma.
Fuma whines, a high-pitched noise Euijoo’s never heard him make before and immediately needs more of. Fuma’s grip tightens in Euijoo’s hair, but he doesn’t pull Euijoo away. He lets Euijoo keep going, lets him slip his fingers out of him and bury his face in Fuma’s cunt, lets him give Fuma everything he needs.
Fuma whines again as he rubs himself all over Euijoo’s face, using him to chase his pleasure until he finds it. He goes still when he comes this time, a fresh wave of slick coating Euijoo’s face.
Euijoo doesn’t realize he’s been humping the bed until Yuma makes a disapproving noise and says, “Don't get yourself off. You've gotten Fuma-kun all ready for your cock, he'll want you to fuck him now."
With some effort, Euijoo stills his hips and emerges from Fuma's cunt. “I can't,” he says. He feels like he's underwater, except the water is the intense pressure of his need for Fuma, desire throbbing dangerously in his cock. “I can't risk knotting him.”
Fuma makes a needy noise in the back of his throat, and Yuma's eyes darken. “You think you will?” he asks eagerly. “You should, he's always begging for your knot.”
Euijoo shakes his head. The thought of Fuma begging makes fire ignite in his belly, but it also reminds him why Yuma knows that. “We don't have time.”
Yuma pouts. “All we have to do after this is sleep. What better time could there be?”
Fuma gives Yuma a warning look, and for a second Euijoo thinks he's going to back Euijoo up. But then he says, hopeful, “You could pull out.”
It's a good argument, except that Euijoo is sure that if he gets his cock inside Fuma, he'll lose whatever control he has left. He'll forget to do anything but take what he wants, and he definitely won't want to pull out if he knots. He's sure his knot can't live up to Yuma's, his guilt for making Fuma wait for him still too deep-seated to shake. He still has ground to make up before he deserves to fuck Fuma like that.
Euijoo musters his most commanding alpha tone to shut down the argument. “I'll just get myself off on the bed,” he says, focusing his gaze on Fuma's cock again. “I don't need your permission.”
Fuma might be about to say something, but it's lost to his soft moan at the touch of Euijoo's tongue to his cunt. Euijoo grinds his hips into the bed as he licks lazily at Fuma, wondering how long he can drag this on. Maybe he can hold out long enough to get Fuma off again.
Yuma is not so easily distracted; the bed shifts as he moves closer to Euijoo. “No, c'mon,” he complains, putting his hands on Euijoo's arms but not quite trying to move him anywhere. “If you’re not gonna fuck him, at least let me help. Fuma-kun liked it when I came on him. You should do it, too.”
Visions of the way Fuma looked and sounded when Yuma came swim through Euijoo’s head, pushing him closer to the edge. He does want that—he wants Fuma to know his alphas have claimed him, and so he lets Yuma tug him up into a kneeling position.
Yuma grins up at him and wraps his hand around Euijoo's cock. A noise escapes Euijoo's mouth as Yuma starts to stroke him. It's intense, Fuma still splayed out beneath him, both him and Yuma watching Euijoo with heated gazes. It makes Euijoo feel both on display and in control. He can feel his orgasm building, his cock leaking as Yuma’s hand works him.
“That's it, Euijoo-yah,” Fuma encourages. “Give it to me now, mark me up all yours.”
Euijoo bites back a moan, trying to stop himself from coming, but it's no use. His orgasm rises up from deep inside him, every nerve ending in his body sparking with it. He shudders on the precipice for a moment, hand slapping down on Yuma's shoulder to brace himself, and then finally lets go. He licks the taste of Fuma from his own lips as he comes all over Yuma's hand and Fuma's stomach.
Yuma contemplates the cum on his hand with pleased, calculating eyes, and then reaches down to smear it across Fuma's stomach, mixing with his own cum and rubbing it into Fuma's skin. “There you go,” he coos to Fuma. “That's what you wanted, right? You're ours.”
Fuma groans and nods, frantic. “Yours,” he chokes out.
There's so much cum, shiny on Fuma's skin. Euijoo realizes through his post-orgasm haze that his cock is still hard, and when he looks down, he sees that he actually is knotting, a painful ache as it swells at the base of his cock. He stares, not quite believing it. He worried he might, but… he hadn't really thought…
“Holy fuck, wait,” Fuma says, sitting up and knocking Yuma's arm out of the way. His eyes are fixed on Euijoo's cock, on his knot. “Euijoo… fuck, your knot.” He wraps his hand around it, and Euijoo groans in tandem with him at the sweet relief from his grip. Fuma's tone gets even more urgent. “You should've fucked me, can you do it now?”
Euijoo somehow manages to shake his head, and Fuma whines. He's looking up at Euijoo, red-faced and wanting, practically panting with it. He looks so desperate Euijoo would think his suppressants weren't working if it wasn't for his muted scent.
“Come on, please,” he begs. “I want it, want you.”
“That's the heat talking,” Euijoo says, clinging to his firm tone. “I don't want to hurt you.”
Fuma shakes his head. “You won't, I'm so loose for you, I can take it, I promise.”
“I told you he begs,” Yuma says.
Fuma doesn't even smack Yuma for that. He just bites his lip, voice cracking when he says, “Please?”
“It's okay, hyung,” Euijoo says. He unwraps Fuma's hand from his knot and guides him so he's lying on his back again, Euijoo sliding in between him and Yuma so that he's pressed up against Fuma's side. Fuma moans and puts his leg over Euijoo's hip, trying to drag Euijoo on top of him. Euijoo resists, instead sliding three fingers easily into Fuma's cunt. “I've got you,” he murmurs, pressing his forehead to Fuma's. “I'll take care of you.”
Euijoo barely has time to notice the increased ache in his knot before Yuma presses up against his back and wraps his hand around it, surrounding him with warmth. Euijoo buries his fingers deep in Fuma's cunt and grinds them there, thinking about how many more times he can make Fuma come tonight. At least once. Maybe twice.
He can feel Yuma's hard cock against his ass, and he thinks that Yuma will probably beg to fuck Fuma, too. Euijoo doesn't think he'll let him. Or if he does, he won't allow Yuma to come; Euijoo thinks Fuma would delight in helping bring Yuma right to the edge and then leaving him there. They could keep him like that for days. They'll be moving to a new tour stop tomorrow, and Euijoo has discovered over the last month that Yuma becomes a different animal on stage when Euijoo and Fuma have been teasing him.
But that's for later. Right now, Euijoo listens when Yuma says, voice low in his ear, “Fuck him hard, Euijoo-kun. I think we can get him sobbing for us.”
Euijoo obeys, the wet sound of his fingers thrusting into Fuma obscene. He presses his ass back against Yuma as Fuma whimpers and licks his own slick from Euijoo's face. Euijoo revels in how it feels to be sandwiched between them, Fuma's cunt hot around his fingers and Yuma's hand tight around his knot.
Euijoo doesn't know what he was so nervous about. With Yuma here, whispering instructions in his ear, he can't go wrong. And with Fuma pressed against him, hungrily taking everything Euijoo gives him, there's no space left to doubt what Fuma desires. If Euijoo gets anxious, all he has to do is remember how Yuma brought them here, how this is exactly where Fuma wants them to be. That they all belong to each other now.
Maybe next time, Euijoo will get his knot inside Fuma for real. Maybe they all deserve it.